East Harlem

Stampa   |   Correggere

Another rose wilts in East Harlem
And uptown downtown a thousand miles between us
She's waiting for the night to fall
Let it fall, I'll never make it in time (x3)

Sound is a colour, I'm gold
Sound is what keeps me looking for your eyes
Sound of your breath in the cold
Sound will bring me home again (x2)

Doom da doom ooh (x7)






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